Hi. I'm a super big fan of One Piece. A super-duper fan of One Piece. The only thing I find bad about it is some of the characters. Luffy, Usopp, Zoro, Franky, Buggy, Mr. 2, and a few other characters. I don't know anyone who likes a liar and coward like Usopp. But there are a lot of cool characters. Like Sanji, Robin, Brook, Law. I don't know a lot about the show but I do know a lot of people like Law. So I'm going to make an OC story about One Piece. I'm trying to get help with the chapters from the OC Community. I'm into roleplay, cosplay, and Sim games. Please enjoy the first volume.

Prologue

Everyone in the pirate era knows about Strawhat Luffy and the Strawhat Pirates. No one knows why they call themselves the Strawhat Pirates when only their captain wears a strawhat. Everyone knows how they were the one's who found Gol D. Roger's treasure, brought it back to the shores of many islands, and gave their vast riches to their friends. One year island, the Strawhat Pirates were nowhere to be found. The Marines, the Shichibukai, and the Yonko could not find them. Some say they same into a thick fog and crashed against a crevice and Monkey D. Luffy and all his other Devil Fruit users sank into the ocean. Others say they found a nice island, retired from their life of piracy, and raised a family there. More talked about an onslaught that destroyed their boat The Thousand Sunny. Many legends were told about the disappearance of the Strawhat Pirates—dead, deserted, retired—no one knows what happened to the Pirate King and his fellow nakama.

Near the birthplace of Monkey D. Luffy—Foosha Village—a Marine vessel was sailing not too far away. Marines, even ones who hated the Strawhat Pirates, went to Foosha village to pay their condolences, if thee Strawhat Pirates were dead. A crew of twenty-five Marines were there to question the villagers on the Strawhat Pirates whereabouts. There were only five people who knew about the Strawhat Pirates. Their names were written on a ledger in alphabetical order: Chiken, Gyoru, Makino, Makino's child Ragin, and Woop Slap. Most Marines who asked questions were kicked out of the villagers' houses.

One boy, a small chore boy known as Dyson Milfroy Dunbar, was swabbing the deck. Dyson was wearing a standard white Marine uniform with a Marine cap. His jet-black hair was trapped in a Marine cap. Dyson Dyson swabbed the deck with nine other Marines. Not everyone was born to be a warrior. Other Marines were just supposed to help the warrior Marines. Dyson was proficient in some he never wanted to join because of the war and the honor of fighting. Dyson just wanted to be near the sea. The seagulls were cawing, the incandescent light was bright, and the sea shimmered in a beautiful sparkle. Dyson breathed in the fresh salty sea air.

" Heaven," said Dyson breathing the fresh air.

Dyson was knocked out of his reverie by a fellow Marine. He turned around and looked at his fellow Marine. He was tall, had a rectangular mustache under his nose, and lots of holes in his coat that were poorly stitched. This man was the father ever son was afraid of. Dyson stood upright and saluted him.

" What am I, Dyson?" said the man.

" Is that a rhetorical question?" Dyson asked.

" I am the man who will find the Strawhat Pirates and bring them to justice. Today is a beautiful day."

The Marine he was talking to was a commander. He joined the Marines as a seaman recruit but he quickly made his way up the ranks. Every seaman recruit, chef, and chef-in-training respected him. Dyson wanted to stay in the little ranks and respect the better Marine's for the rest of his life.

But Dyson had dreams. His dreams were beyond just sea. The only reason he became a Marine was to go places with lots of strong men to keep him company. Dyson would ditch them once he accomplished his dream. But sadly, he would have to be at least a Vice Admiral before he could bring the Marines to help him in his dream. Such rough times he lived in.

Time passed and Dyson as well the rest of the Marines doing the chores finished swabbing the deck, cleaning the dishes, preparing their bunk beds, hammocks, and even ironed every Marine uniform.

" Everyone line up!"

Dyson lined up with seventeen different Marine's while the man Dyson talked to before and six other Marine's looked at them. The man walked through the lines of people who were all quivering from the fear of the man, when he stopped at one seaman.

" Have you secured the riggings?" The Marine asked the seaman.

" Aye, sir."

" Buried the hatchets?"

" Aye, sir."

" I know every crew aboard this ship. But I don't think I've been introduced to you. What's your name?"

" Larson, sir."

" I couldn't help but notice you're not from around here. Your accent sounds a little unhinged."

" I'm from Orange Town, sir. I joined the Marine's after my mother was killed by—"

" I have no care about your yore of memories. Every Marine here earns their valor by the strength that they carry, not the weight of their wretched life, you and your propounded insolence."

" I beg your pardon, sir?"

" I don't care about your wench. She's a woebegone, and you a bastard. Most surreal about the Marines are their blood. We don't care if you're from royal or from poverty-stricken…wherever Orange Town is or was."

" Sir, you called my mother a wench and insulted my town?"

" And I'll bloody do it again. I don't give two shits about you, you asshole. We Marine's don't carry family on our names. We don't use indiscreet talk about our mother's, father's, wives, or children. We abandon all of those things and set out here. Do you have a wife, son of a wench?"

" I do, sir."

" Children I presume."

" Two boys, sir."

" I bet you remember when you cradled the little pig-noses. You caressed them like blankets. Surreal how you see a little boy in a bed and you think great things are going to come of him. Some grow up so quickly while others stay the same till the day you die. I've seen many hands jerk and wrench a sail before. But none of them were quite like you. It's almost exotic how I find you—whom I've never met before—you show up when we sail for Fooshi. What do you think?"

" I think you're drunk, commander."

" That's where you're wrong, person I-don't-give-two-shits-about. My toxin level is clear and my cognitive dissonance is nowhere to be found. But I—you—don't think something is right."

The commander leaned up to the seaman. Dyson didn't like the way their argument was going; no one would stay calm in the face of a commander. Dyson heard him mumble something into the seaman's right ear. Dyson was wondering what they were saying. Before Dyson had the chance to ask the commander pulled out his flintlock and fired a small caliber bullet straight into the Marine's head! That was sixteen remaining of the other seventeen Marine's. Dyson's hands were cold from the sound of the lifeless corpse splashing into the sea. The Marine commander pulled out a cloth, pulled out the cylinder, and wiped the empty hole where the bullet was fired.

" Throw this traitor into the ocean," he said.

All the elite Marines ate inside the boat. Every Marine ranked higher than a seaman recruit was pampered. They got to sleep in their own beds, eat their own food, and listened to any music they wished. The commander of their ship had deep love for classical music they wished. The commander of their ship had deep love for classical music. As for the Marines like Dyson, the lesser rank, they only had to eat bento's, slept in hammocks in the same room, and never got to listen to any music. The looming Marine would bash any or leave a gash on any unfortunate Marine's skulls for listening to that music. Dyson had his chopsticks full of fish eggs when he was grazed.

" Men, stand up."

Dyson stood on his feet like most Marines when he saw the commander walk up to the top deck. It looked kind of silly to younger men seeing men groveling to someone when others thought they should all be treated equally. But Marines lived by a code, kind of like a Bushido code, to respect their lieutenants and to act like you're their puppet.

" I have very disturbing news. It might interest some of you. Someone at shore might know where the Strawhat Pirates are in hiding. I'm going to rally up all my best men. The rest of you are to stay here and protect the hull. Am I making myself clear?"

" If you have information about where the Strawhat Pirates are, why don't you contact the rest of the boys and girls at base, sir?" Dyson asked. He felt the pierce of the commander's eyes when he looked at the commander's eyes.

" Because it's not surreal. If I can assemble the best of Marine's on my side I can win this war in a fortnight."

" Sir, I think if you just make one call to the base you could win this war in three days."

"If I cared about time I wouldn't spend my time working towards the top, like a righteous dog. I'll avenge all my fallen comrades by taking the Strawhat Pirates down myself. Anyone who comes with me is lucky to have the experience."

Once again Dyson watched his commandeer sail away from him. Dyson watched them sail on that small rowboat, going to the place Strawhat Luffy was conceived and given birth to, and Dyson wasn't allowed to go to the island. But Dyson wasn't going to stand here while that commander, covered in bloodstains, got to have all the fun. He made his way towards the nets. Dyson pulled nets out of the hook. Dyson threw the nets into the ocean. He moved the nets back and forth waiting for the fish to swim into it.

Below a raft was sailing towards the Marine boat. On that raft was a boy with his legs crossed. His hands grasped a long piece of rope he used to steer. He was dressed in torn jeans and an all yellow T-shirt. He wore a beret over his blonde-hair with a crow pin in it. The boy wore metal bracelets made of ivory. His eyes were green like amethyst's. You could tell just from the way he looked, that face that judged him, and symbol tattooed on his forehead that he was a pirate. The tattoo was the Jolly Roger symbol.

The pirate watched the Marines from far away. He had to be careful when approaching the ship. He was sure the cost would be clear when he saw a rowboat leaving the ship, and he was right. He easily reached the dock of the Marine ship, undetected, and climbed onto the deck. He saw the crew. They were all gathered around a table playing some poker game. They raised their wages up like candy and roared like hyena's.

" Their lieutenants are gone and all they can think about is their games," the pirate smiled at his good fortune. " Thank you."

The pirate walked down to the hull.